I do not permit cutting if you do please talk to a parent, gaurdian, or someone you trust.
The only reason I wrought this is because it fits jacks character.
For those of you who think otherwise, were you alone for 300 years?
Talk to somone. This goes to anyone with any cutting, lack of communication, and or depresion.
Song is PAIN by three days Grace.
Disclaimer I do not own, nor will I ever own Rise Of The Guardians. No matter how much I want to.
I do own, how ever, the other characters description.
(JACK'S P.O.V.)
I was having a hard time. Two-hundred and thirty-seven years could do that to a person, or a spirit I guess. First man in moon refuses to answer any of my questions, the other seasonal spirits are getting more violent, and on top of that I was walked through by 12 freaken people this month. Let's just say, things weren't working out, but were they ever?
Currently, I am sitting on a branch on the outskirts of Burgess, a little town in Pennsylvania(?), watching two kids build a snowman. Is it weird that the music quote's of "I'm mister lonely" are going through my head?
I shrug. It isn't the first time I've ever thought of something crazy.
Just as I start to drift of to a land of nightmares, since Sandy seems to skip me for the whole 'pleasant dreams' thing, I hear drums. And a guitar?
With a slight hesitation I head of in that direction thinking 'why would someone play the guitar in the middle of the forest?'.
That should have been my first clue. Oh well, curiosity killed the cat.
As I get closer the music gets louder, until it stops. As soon as it stops, I stop. Looking around I find myself in a small clearing.
"This wasn't hear before." I mumble to myself. I start to get a feeling that I need to get out of their, crawl up my spine.
Then, a man walks out into the clearing. He looks about 18 or 20. He has black hair and storm blue eye's wearing a red undershirt with a black leather jacket and black jeans.
Out of instinct, I point the curved end of my staff at the man. His semi-crual smirk giving me the creeps. I can tell that he is a spirit, and not a good one. I don't exactly now HOW I know, but I do.
"Who ARE you?!" I try to keep the quiver out of my voice but I think he noticed. He opened his mouth, making me think I was getting an answer, but instead I got music. The addictive kind.
"Pain.
Without love.
Pain.
I can't get enough.
I like it rough, cause I'd rather feel pain
then nothing at all_l_ll."
Heavy rock music seemed to surround me on all sides boxing me in. I felt like I was super glued to the bottom of the forest floor. The music was so loud I thought that my ear would bleed. Then the man continued singing.
"Your sick, of feeling numb
Your not the only one
I'll take you by the hand,
And i'll show you a world you can understand."
I felt my hand reach out the the one he was on offering, but pulled it back making the man sneer slightly, until he continued.
"This life
Is filled with hurt
When happiness
Doesn't work
Trust me
And take my hand
when the lights go out
you will understand"
I don't know why, but I did. I took his hand.
I new it was a bad idea when his smirk grew sinister.
"PAIN
WITHOUT LOVE
PAIN
CAN'T GET ENOUGH
PAIN
I LIKE IT ROUGH
CAUSE I'D RATHER FEEL PAIN
THEN NOTHING AT ALL
PAIN
WITHOUT LOVE
PAIN
CAN'T GET ENOUGH
PAIN
I LIKE IT ROUGH
CAUSE I'D RATHER FEEL PAIN
THEN NOTHING at all_l_ll"
He dragged me into a standing position, never letting go of my hand. He started to walk forward as the trees parted like he was the plague. Then continued to sing.
"Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me
I've got a plan
When the lights go up
You'll understand_an_and
"PAIN
WITHOUT LOVE
PAIN
CAN'T GET ENOUGH
PAIN
I LIKE IT ROUGH
CAUSE I'D RATHER FEEL PAIN
THEN NOTHING AT ALL
PAIN
WITHOUT LOVE
PAIN
CAN'T GET ENOUGH
PAIN
LIKE IT ROUGH
CAUSE I'D RATHER FEEL PAIN
THEN NOTHING
Rather feel PAIN
I know, I know, I know, I know
I KNOW that your
Wounded
You know, you know, you know, you know
That I'm here
To save you
You know, you know, you know, you know
I will wait hear for you"
I saw him pull out a switch blade causing my eyes to widen and for me to struggle. This just caused his grip to tighten. Some were in the song, his hand griped my wrist instead of my hand, like at the beginning.
"I know, I know, I know, I know
That you'll thank me later"
Then he brought the blade down to my wrist making a thin slice. It hurt so I screamed out slightly. once I stoped, all I could do was stare as my blood trickled down my arm. He put the blade in my other hand but I wasn't paying attention anymore. I didn't hear him finish his song, I didn't notice that I dropped the blade and started heading back to my pond, i didn't realise that it was turning to night, and I didn't realise the moon had turned blood red.
Second fic, I FEEL SO PROUD :D
Good, bad, deserves to go to hell?
Tell me what you think, PLEASE?
Later.